Back in July, Swanky had his meticulously planned First Annual Luau at his place. Sure, maybe it’s a little presumptuous, thinking that it’s gonna be an Annual event, but it was truly a great party.
A *lot* of people showed up (sixty-plus) to eat and drink heavily, and everyone played nice together. Where else but Swanky’s Annual Luau are you gonna get sixty people together and not end up with a fight, hurt feelings or annoyance? (Note the hint, Swanky)

The next day after cleaning up the yard — kudos to the conscientious crowd who knew how to decently dispose of their debris — the DogCats were extremely affectionate.
Now, if you’re not familiar with the DogCats, they’re a couple of rather large Maine Coon Cats who play fetch, stand up, chase cars, attack strangers who come into yard and Rottweilers being walked by their owners. Just imagine your average German Shepherd with needle-sharp teeth and razor claws, and that’s pretty much their overall demeanor.
After a nice session of fetch with the branches in the yard, the younger of the two decided to take a rest from which little could stir him. Swanky threw a branch on him. The younger younger DogCat flinched, bit it a couple of times, and laid back down.
This, of course, prompted Swanky, Ms. Swanky and I to start throwing more on him.

Of course, the fun didn’t stop there. He just laid there while we added more and more.

“Oh, man, this is great! It’s Catmouflage!” I said as I piled a few more on.
The laughter brought the elder DogCat closer to observe the situation.

If I didn’t didn’t mention it before, yeah, the DogCats can talk, too. I think his exact words were, “Umm… what the Hell are you people doing? Umm … You realize you three are idiots, right?”

Of course, he went to check on his younger sibling, who appeared to be quite “dead” at the time….

…however, his concern was met with a sharp tag on the nose by his little brother’s outstretched paw.

We continued, but the very last branch, much larger than the rest, was enough for him.